12/01/20.
Walking the village, bottom to top; from the palm of shops – the butcher, the baker, the barber, the bookshop, the (burnt-out) Broken Biscuit Co-op – up, up the length of high street, up, up the length of Old Lyme Road, to the quiet site, hidden in the fog, of Cliff House…
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They’ve erected a statue next to the crab apple tree. A statue of Ray Davies. I kneel at his feet. He leans into a microphone, guitar around his neck. The cables are black. They loop his Cubans. I trace their mess with a forefinger.
“They’re made of liquorice,” someone says.
“His boots?”
“Boots? Ha! No, the cables!”
“And the statue? Marble?”
“Marble?! Good Lord, no! Pure alabaster!”
14/01/20.
James D. has bought a Brompton. He rides it with much gusto, bunny hopping pavements, straddling hills and even staircases.
15/01/20.
As I leave the house for work, Fergus, the energetic Spaniel belonging to Mike W, bounds out of the shadow of the box where all the mail is kept. “Hello, hound,” I say. He says nothing, but barks what could/would be a sentence. He is growing fast.
“Take him for a walk?” asks Mike W. But I can’t – I’m off to work. This seems to aggravate Mike W no end and I have to run out the house. I turn to see if they are following me. They are.
Heck! Interesting as always nick.
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I can highly recommend a nub of mature cheddar taken after midnight, Lorraine!
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Lol. I get strange dreams withoutt the cheese, lately!
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Yeah, like, it’s not a problem, man. I could quit anytime I wanted, like! (ed: the dream dairies?) x
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Lol. X
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Uh oh, I’d better warn my son-in-law to whom we gifted the cheddar.
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I particularly enjoyed the Ray Davies statue one.
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Yes, me, too, Liz. The word ‘alabaster’ ringing in my ears as I wake up. Why alabaster? It is a mystery to me! In some ways more fantastic than a statue of RD in a childhood garden! I place particular significance to the idea that, somehow, with the word ‘alabaster’ on my lips when I wake that I have bridged the chasm between sleep and waking; between two worlds. It feels like magic. x
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Funny you should say that. “Alabaster” was the word that really drew me in. It must be archetypal in some way.
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I agree. x
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